This is a song about "Drugs money guns"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Artillery weak with guns

3m's on my new balance

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science